Litter ’round the Campground

My dad was the type of guy that I would say was environmentally conscious. During the summer, when our family went camping, my siblings and I would be charged with picking up and properly disposing of all the litter in our campground area before we left. This was the late 50s early 60s. I don’t remember the familiar blue recycle bins of today. Little did I know that decades later, I’d be picking up trash as part of my routine. Almost daily, for the last four years, I have been walking out to the beach in front of my condo to pick up all that isn’t part of the natural habitat.  I’ve learned much from this “exercise” and will be sharing insights.

Okay, if you’re ever over at my place, you’ll see some of the litter (mostly plastic) that I’ve TRASHformed into amazing artwork. Many of the pieces are mixed media on canvas, hanging on the walls, and a few pieces are sculptural in nature that live on the coffee table.

Recently I had some guests over, one of the children kept coming up to me and handing me a tiny pieces of plastic “litter” that he had picked up off the floor. I graciously accepted each piece, though there was a part of me that was not happy with how much stuff he was finding on my own floors! He was doing his part to keep my place litter free, and for that, I applauded his efforts.

Picking up stuff and disposing of it properly has its own rewards. Have your ever spent time picking up after someone you never met?

Contemplate how you might benefit personally.

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